Drabble written for dawn felagund's word-of-the-day challenge.
Halcyon
Perched on a low branch, above the nameless swift-moving tributary of the Narog, the halcyon watched intently for fish, as it had done every day of its brief existence, but this day was different.
There was a noise in the caves behind, a loud noise of breaking stone and people shouting to each other. It would disturb the fish in the stream and make them hide beneath the rocks.
The kingfisher flew away, blue feathers scattering the sunlight like a sapphire, to find a new tree by a new river in a halcyon spot where the hunting would be better.